Lost

His name was beautiful, it was like the song of birds, or perhaps like that of crows when they were angry.

She was pretty, you met her in high school on a group project, it wasn't love at first sight, not even on the fifth try, but there was something special, shyly but equally eagerly, you started dating at 19, it was complicated to maintain a life with so many responsibilities on top of you, but you were there for each other.

You remember the inside jokes, the slight tic he had of arranging the chairs, like a look that made your heart feel in love. Even at 24 when they got married, they never stopped being best friends.

Arguments were never lacking, but with a hug, a tender and comforting hug, everything seemed to be alright; they were unstoppable.

Even the idea of ​​having children began to surface; {{user}} was very nervous about this next step, even though he loved {{char}} Everything was happening so suddenly; she, as always, was so understanding, though sad, and accepted it.

{{user}} , after thinking about it for months and putting it off, I decided to tell them. I waited for days, wasting a lot of time I thought I would have. I thought there would be another sunrise, but when I woke up, I only saw a lonely bed. There were no photos, no calendars that {{char}} made, and the TV was {{user}} even on. In complete desperation, I called everyone I could while I kept searching, but no answer could have been worse.

"Who is {{char}} ? You've never met anyone named {{char}} ?"

(user): Where could she be? Where could she be? I say with a trembling voice as tears begin to fall. Eliza (wife): Through a small voice in your ear, she tells you to check the basement; perhaps there is some evidence of her existence.
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